You've read four articles now in this series on fear and desire (or I hope you have). You know about the desire you buried. The fear that's been runni...

I spent years on the road. 150 days a year traveling to speak, teach, train. But before you write me off because your calendar doesn't look like mine,...

It's been eight months since I went to Ireland. Eight months since I got on a plane with my son to write the music I'd been burying for thirty years. ...

I spent fifteen years pretending to be something I wasn't.

Wearing the pastor mask. The guy with answers for everything—your marriage, your kids, you...

I was thirty-four when I finally said it out loud.

Not what I was supposed to say. Not the kind of thing that gets you a bigger church or a pat on th...

Most pastors think they’re exhausted because of the obvious stuff. The calendar that doesn’t quit. The sermons that keep coming like waves. The consta...

I need to say something that might mess with your head but save your heart:

You weren’t called to ministry.
You were called to Christ.
And those two th...

A pastor called me last week asking if I had anything "practical." "You know," he said, "something with quick wins. I just need to get back on track."...

You’ve felt it, haven’t you? That gnawing sense in your gut that you’re falling behind—but you can’t figure out what exactly you’re behind on. Your se...